The Prodigal Son was protected in the beautiful home of his father but he thought he could be happy elsewhere. He had it all wrong. This boy had really hit bottom, and, in human terms, there was no hope or future for him. There was one thing that saved him. He remembered. He remembered what it used to be like. This set in motion a whole line of thought that brought him to his senses. In other words, he opened his eyes and saw, he opened his ears and heard, he reached out his hand and touched his surroundings, and he smelt the stench of the situation in which he was. In other words, he came to his senses. He headed for home, for the only place where he had ever experienced love.